1777. Chapter 1777 Emergency (Part 3)

After driving a long distance on Fatong Avenue, the car finally stopped in front of an independent luxury villa.

The car in front stopped, and soon, the black-clad bodyguard who had been waiting in front of the door came forward and opened the door of the back seat.

A black figure walked down from the car slowly.

It was a tall and straight man——

As handsome as this, he exuded a deep and introverted aura, and a cold aura, but people could not ignore his momentum.

"Master Fujiwara, you are back!"

Two black-clad bodyguards came forward and said respectfully.

Fujiwara Ye stopped and stood firm, raised his eyes slightly, squinted his silent eyes, and silently looked at the villa in front of him that he had been away from for a long time. The big hand hidden under the sleeve tightened consciously, and then nodded slightly, and then walked in with big strides.

This villa is called Yunju, which was bought by Fujiwara in his early years. Yes, the reason why it is called Yunju is that it is named after Dongfang Liuyun. The real estate certificate only has Dongfang Liuyun's name. It is the birthday gift that Fujiwara planned to give Dongfang Liuyun. Unfortunately, before the gift was given, something happened between them.

The whole villa is decorated in the style that Dongfang Liuyun likes, and the surrounding environment is very good.

Dongfang Liuyun has never been here, but this place is full of Dongfang Liuyun's atmosphere.

Fujiwara has an obsession in his heart, that is, he must have Dongfang Liuyun in his lifetime. This obsession has not faded no matter how long it has been, and it will only become more and more intense with the passage of time.

When Fujiwara passed the door and saw the art sculpture rockery standing in the middle of the fountain not far away, his steps became heavy in an instant.

He seemed to see again the passion and warmth they had when they were so passionate. At that time, they were still young and free...

But now...

"Master, come in? The sun is strong outside. The house has been cleaned up. The servants have prepared your favorite meals and are waiting for your return."

Recognizing the disappointment revealed by Fujiwara, Matsuda stepped forward and advised.

At this time, Fujiwara closed his eyes silently, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he had returned to his usual indifference. He didn't say much, and then he picked up his steps and continued to walk forward.

Of course, everything in the villa was the original furnishings, no different from the original, but when he walked in, it felt like it was even emptier than before, without any familiar atmosphere, and everything felt different.

"Master, you're back!"

The housekeeper and two servants also hurried forward to greet him.

Fujiwara Ye simply waved his hand without stopping until he walked through the living room and came to the French window on the side. Through the transparent glass windows, what came into view was a large area of ​​pavilions and terraces, winding and endless, like a beautiful painting.

Matsuda did not go forward to disturb him, but raised his hand to signal the butler to bring the prepared food.

The butler naturally did so, and soon a table of delicious and tempting food was served.

Fujiwara Ye washed his hands and sat down silently. Just as he poured a glass of wine and drank it, there was a strange sound outside the door, as if the sound of a car stopping.

Outside the door, it was indeed a white luxury car that was slowly stopping at the door.

The car window was slowly lowered, and in the driver's seat was Lan Xiu's assistant Ali.

The bodyguard in front of the door followed when he saw the person in the driver's seat.

"It's me, open the door."

The window of the back seat of the car was lowered, and Lan Xiu's faint voice in the back seat also came over.

"Master Lan Xiu!"

The black-clad bodyguard naturally recognized Lan Xiu, so he bowed respectfully and then let him go.

The car slowly drove into the villa and stopped beside the fountain.

"Wait for me here."

The car stopped steadily, Lan Xiu left this sentence, then opened the door and got out of the car.

"Yes, Mr. Lan!"

Ali naturally didn't dare to refute more, and responded silently.

Lan Xiu walked past the fountain and walked directly into the villa. When he walked to the door, he saw Matsuda standing by the stairs.

"Master Lan Xiu, you are here!"

Matsuda greeted politely.

Lan Xiu nodded gently, "Hello, is your master inside?"

"I am having dinner inside, and Mr. Lan just came over. Please come in!"

Matsuda said while making a gesture to Lan Xiu.

Lan Xiu smiled politely in return, then walked up the stairs and followed him inside.

Lan Xiu soon saw the slightly thin figure sitting at the dining table in the villa, facing him, looking down and pouring wine into the two glasses in front of him.

As if he could sense Lan Xiu approaching, Fujiwara Ye stopped his movements and slowly raised his head. When he saw Lan Xiu standing opposite him, there was no expression on his cold face, but it seemed that his tense handsome face showed some signs of relaxation.

He pointed to the position opposite him, slowly moved the glass of wine in front of him to Lan Xiu, and a low and hoarse voice sounded——

"Sit down and try the sake I brought. It's a flavor you and Liuyun both like. It's been dusty for many years and tastes good."

As he spoke, he also picked up his cup and drank another cup elegantly.

Lan Xiu could almost instantly feel the loneliness and desolation that permeated him. It was obvious that Fujiwara Ye seemed to be much more haggard and more introverted than before, especially in his deep eyes, which were condensed with a lot of worries.

The one who was worried the most was probably Dongfang Liuyun, right?

After thinking about it, Lan Xiu didn't say anything. He finally pulled out the chair next to him and sat down silently. He picked up the cup of wine that Fujiwara Ye had just filled, lowered his eyes, and took a sip calmly.

A stream of clear water flows in, and drinking it makes people feel like a spring of clear water flows into their hearts, but then...

"I am only 50% sure that you will come. It seems that I have won now. Whether you are doing it for me, for you, or for Liuyun, I want to toast you with this glass of wine and thank you for coming."

Teng Yuanye poured another glass, held it leisurely, raised his eyes, and looked at Lan Xiu calmly and indifferently...